~ …might I be found in words I leave behind

unfiltered ~

More than one florist tried selling us on roses, on carnations, lilies or gladiolas.

Somehow none of those seemed worthy of the man
who found beauty
in the wildflowers and weeds….

whereand I am with you nowno differentthan before –when winds are blownand waves –the sea concedesfaultless as a messageleft behindto soothe the shoreknow that I am waiting –a breathyou’ve yet to breathe